Conditioned
I feel like I am being conditioned,
By this troubled world today.
Everything I believed in,
It is gradually fading away,
Anxious and mindless
A lack of humour and grace
No sign of human kindness
Show on my expressionless
Once-humane face.
Reality seems unreal to me,
AI, I cannot grasp
I abhor anything artificial.
Fake, or second class.
Am I being turned into a Robot?
That is something nobody would want to be
All I wish for is a wiser form of me
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2026
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